But now their appearance is blacker than soot; they are not recognized in the streets. Their skin has shriveled on their bones; it has become as dry as a stick.
Our skin is as hot as an oven with fever from our hunger.
My skin grows black and peels, and my bones burn with fever.
For my days vanish like smoke, and my bones burn like glowing embers.
Though I am like a wineskin dried up by smoke, I do not forget Your statutes.
My skin and flesh cling to my bones; I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.
Just as many were appalled at Him—His appearance was disfigured beyond that of any man, and His form was marred beyond h
His flesh wastes away from sight, and his hidden bones protrude.
There is no soundness in my body because of Your anger; there is no rest in my bones because of my sin.
She is emptied! Yes, she is desolate and laid waste! Hearts melt, knees knock, bodies tremble, and every face grows pale
When they lifted up their eyes from afar, they could barely recognize Job. They began to weep aloud, and each man tore h
How the gold has become tarnished, the pure gold has become dull! The gems of the temple lie scattered on every street c
So Naomi and Ruth traveled until they came to Bethlehem. When they entered Bethlehem, the whole town was stirred because
For day and night Your hand was heavy upon me; my strength was drained as in the summer heat. Selah
Nations writhe in horror before them; every face turns pale.
My days are like lengthening shadows, and I wither away like grass.
Night pierces my bones, and my gnawing pains never rest.